Page 153 of Brainwashed

He loops the belt through the bars of his headboard, then around my wrists, tightening it so that I’ll have to lean on my elbows or do the face down ass up. He grabs something from his nightstand, then positions himself behind me, the feel of slick fingers sliding between the crack of my ass causing me to whimper.

“I’ve been thinking about being inside you for days, Felix,” he mumbles, stuffing one inside to get me wet. “Your ass isthe bestthing I’ve ever had wrapped around my cock.”

When he’s done probing me, he spreads me open, guiding the plump head of his dick up to my hole.

“I want you to tell me how you feel throughout this process, okay, baby?” he says in his usual robotic tone, though it’s much more wickedly smooth now, like a satin scarf wrapped around my throat. “I want to hear your voice while I fuck you.”

“Yes, Doctor,” I purr, going out of my mind already. And he isn’t even inside me yet.

He gives his dick a nice shove and the head breaks through. We both let out harsh moans.

He drives in farther. “I swear to God… I could watch myself disappear inside this tight cunt all day, every day.”

“Mmmfff…” I fall forward, burying my face in the pillows. They smell like him. I’m clenching.

“Holding on to me tight, baby?” He drives in deeper, stretching my ass with his girth.

“Uh-huh,” I whine into the pillow, popping my ass out for him, giving him full access.

I’ve never felt such a deep yearning to be filled to the hilt before, and honestly, I fuckingloveit.

Dr. Love feeds me inches for what feels like an eternity. His dick is solong, by the time he finally gets balls deep, I think I can really feel it in my goddamn stomach. He presses his pelvis against my cheeks, then leans over my back, dropping plush kisses up and down my spine.

When he draws back and thrusts back in, a zap lights up my prostate. I sob into the pillows, but he rips them away from my face.

“I told you to talk tome, sick boy,” he hisses, grabbing me by the throat and lifting me, as much as he can with my arms tied to the headboard. He seals his chest to my back, the curves of his muscles beneath that silky smooth skin warming me as his lips brush my ear. “Let me hear that twisted mouth of yours.”

“Uhhmmff,” I gasp, arching up to him while he pushes and pulls in and out of my ass, the lubricated friction driving me wild. “I… I… you’re tearing me apart.”

“Mmm… and do you like it?” he hums in my ear, sucking the lobe gently.

“I love it.” I quiver. “The feeling of your cock in my ass.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” His mouth moves onto my neck.

“So hard. And long…”

“I’m up in your guts right now, aren’t I?” he rumbles and I gasp out a hoarse mewl. I fuckinglovewhen a bit of his non-doctor side comes out.

When he sheds even one of his robot layers… It drives me wild.

I nod fast, his hands moving to grip my pectorals while he pumps into my ass from behind. My cock is as stiff as a pole between me and the bed, already desperate to come again. I’ve never been one to experience orgasms so close together, but Dr. Love and his wonder-dick make all things possible.

His left hand slides down my abs, teasing and tickling the flesh of my pelvis.

“Touch me.Please, Doctor,” I beg him, and he obliges, curling his fist around my cock.

“What do you want me to do with your dick, Felix?” He uses the other hand to hold me steady while pounding up into me with ravaging thrusts.

“Stroke it,” I whimper, my head lolling back onto his shoulder. “Milk the cum out of it and feed it to me.”

“Dirty little monster,” he growls, immediately pulling on my cock, from the balls all the way up, then back down. Tugging the hand away quickly, he commands, “Spit,” which I do. He croons, “Good boy,” then he goes back to jerking, using my saliva while matching his thrusts with the tempo of his hand.

Something about this angle and his shallow bucks has him living on my prostate, the pleasure winding up in my loins, causing precum to flow from my cock. He swipes it with his fingers and stuffs them into my mouth.I suck my own flavor without hesitation, then he jerks me tighter, squeezing my dick and really just pulling spurts of cum out. He brings his fingers to his own mouth this time, sucking them clean.

“I want you to eat my cum,” I whisper, lost in a hazy trance of another impending orgasm. “All day, every day. I want to drink yours while you drink mine.”

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathes, his thrusts picking up as his muscles tighten. I think he’s getting close. “I would love to suck the cum out of you while my dick pulses all the way down your throat.”